Nagah

Intense and wavering,
Part source, part reflection,

The face in your shadows
Gathers faint expressions—

Fish under the surface
Hunting summer insects,

The irises of beasts
With lavender options

For filtering sunlight,
The echoing plumage

Of a bird whose feathers
Would appear translucent

Taken one at a time,
But manage to sound blue

Green and purple gathered
Together on a wing.

Yours is the face of souls
Other souls invented.